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Author: ML Skye
laughed at Jason's less than dexterous ability. It took him two tries to get the door unlocked. He pushed open the paneled wood and let her precede him into the small space he called his own. He kept the place simple, neat, and pristine. Of course, Jason couldn't spend much time there; he usually deployed for months at a time. But he often mentioned he hated the quarters on base, and the apartment meant he didn't have to stay there.
Hanging his keys on a hook by the door, Jason nodded toward the sofa. "Why don't you have a seat?" He entered the small kitchen area and grabbed a towel. "I'll get some ice for that bump." He opened the freezer and scooped out some cubes, wrapping them up.
She walked past the kitchen and glanced around. "Why did I not know you had an apartment here?"
Jace called out. "It's one of my better kept secrets. And I'm rarely here. Just nice to have someplace to crash that isn't on base."
Chloe slowly made her way to the sofa, caught a look at her face in a mirror and grimaced. Her cheekbone had swollen and had the beginnings of a massive purple bruise on it. She couldn't wait to explain the injury to Marc. She sank down on the couch and rested her head against the cushions, looking up at the scrolling pattern on the ceiling of Jason's apartment. The waves looked like they were in motion so she closed her eyes against the rolling patterns and let out a sigh. Ah God, how did she get herself into these messes?
Jason sat down and touched her shoulder gently. "Here's the ice." He slid it under her head when she lifted it up off the cushions. "I brought a wet rag, too. You have some small abrasions that should be cleaned up." He handed her the cloth.
Chloe gingerly touched the rag to her cheek, hissing in a breath at the burn of the contact. She dabbed it across the puffy area on the bone, then swiped it over her chin. She must have scraped it on something, but she'd be damned if she could remember what.
Jason took the rag from her. "You missed a spot." He ran the wet cloth over an abrasion at her jawline.
Chloe's skin tingled at the brush of Jason's fingers, but she chalked it up to being half drunk.
Her eyes took in the blood from his split lip. "Uh… you're not in the best shape yourself." Snagging the cloth from him, she dabbed it at the corner of his lip, wiping away the dried blood.
Her lips turned up in a small reflective smile. "Not one of my better nights, tonight." Satisfied she'd cleaned up Jason's lip, she leaned back and noticed his eye had a darkening circle under it. "Ouch. Your eye is gonna hurt tomorrow." She handed the cloth back to him, reached behind her for the makeshift ice pack and sat up straighter. "Did I say thank you yet?"
* * * *
Jason's body had an immediate response to having Chloe's hands on it.
Embarrassed by his reaction to his brother's girlfriend, he stood up and headed for the kitchen. "Not necessary. I'm kind of glad I was there." He rinsed the cloth and draped it over the faucet to dry. Back in control, he made his way back into the lounge area. "How's the head?" She had leaned back against the cushions again, resting her head on the ice.
Chloe lifted up and felt for the bump. "Ice is working, the lump's already smaller." She turned to look at him standing next to the couch. "You can sit, Jace. I'm not gonna pass out again… at least not from the bump on my head."
Heh, he knew the feeling. The adrenaline had worn off, and his drunken state calmed… at least a little. But Chloe seemed almost giddy.
Even though it put him in close proximity to her, Jason sat, grateful for the reprieve. Delayed reaction had him a little frazzled. He sank down beside her and leaned his head back against the cushions.
Turning to look at her, the question begged. "What happened?" He'd already worked out most of it, but the thought of her taking on five guys without Marc as backup freaked him out.
Chloe shrugged. "Minding my own business, throwing darts and Moron Max
Hanging his keys on a hook by the door, Jason nodded toward the sofa. "Why don't you have a seat?" He entered the small kitchen area and grabbed a towel. "I'll get some ice for that bump." He opened the freezer and scooped out some cubes, wrapping them up.
She walked past the kitchen and glanced around. "Why did I not know you had an apartment here?"
Jace called out. "It's one of my better kept secrets. And I'm rarely here. Just nice to have someplace to crash that isn't on base."
Chloe slowly made her way to the sofa, caught a look at her face in a mirror and grimaced. Her cheekbone had swollen and had the beginnings of a massive purple bruise on it. She couldn't wait to explain the injury to Marc. She sank down on the couch and rested her head against the cushions, looking up at the scrolling pattern on the ceiling of Jason's apartment. The waves looked like they were in motion so she closed her eyes against the rolling patterns and let out a sigh. Ah God, how did she get herself into these messes?
Jason sat down and touched her shoulder gently. "Here's the ice." He slid it under her head when she lifted it up off the cushions. "I brought a wet rag, too. You have some small abrasions that should be cleaned up." He handed her the cloth.
Chloe gingerly touched the rag to her cheek, hissing in a breath at the burn of the contact. She dabbed it across the puffy area on the bone, then swiped it over her chin. She must have scraped it on something, but she'd be damned if she could remember what.
Jason took the rag from her. "You missed a spot." He ran the wet cloth over an abrasion at her jawline.
Chloe's skin tingled at the brush of Jason's fingers, but she chalked it up to being half drunk.
Her eyes took in the blood from his split lip. "Uh… you're not in the best shape yourself." Snagging the cloth from him, she dabbed it at the corner of his lip, wiping away the dried blood.
Her lips turned up in a small reflective smile. "Not one of my better nights, tonight." Satisfied she'd cleaned up Jason's lip, she leaned back and noticed his eye had a darkening circle under it. "Ouch. Your eye is gonna hurt tomorrow." She handed the cloth back to him, reached behind her for the makeshift ice pack and sat up straighter. "Did I say thank you yet?"
* * * *
Jason's body had an immediate response to having Chloe's hands on it.
Embarrassed by his reaction to his brother's girlfriend, he stood up and headed for the kitchen. "Not necessary. I'm kind of glad I was there." He rinsed the cloth and draped it over the faucet to dry. Back in control, he made his way back into the lounge area. "How's the head?" She had leaned back against the cushions again, resting her head on the ice.
Chloe lifted up and felt for the bump. "Ice is working, the lump's already smaller." She turned to look at him standing next to the couch. "You can sit, Jace. I'm not gonna pass out again… at least not from the bump on my head."
Heh, he knew the feeling. The adrenaline had worn off, and his drunken state calmed… at least a little. But Chloe seemed almost giddy.
Even though it put him in close proximity to her, Jason sat, grateful for the reprieve. Delayed reaction had him a little frazzled. He sank down beside her and leaned his head back against the cushions.
Turning to look at her, the question begged. "What happened?" He'd already worked out most of it, but the thought of her taking on five guys without Marc as backup freaked him out.
Chloe shrugged. "Minding my own business, throwing darts and Moron Max